At the age of twelve, my father and grandparents deposited me at Mount Saint Canice, one of the Magdalene Laundries. I was there for four years. The laundry was run by the Order of the Good Shepherd Nuns in Hobart, Tasmania. There were a number of such institutions in Australia, as well as in other parts of the world. Up to this time, my grandparents had raised me, but because they were aging and unwell, they’d asked my father to place me in a boarding school. My father lied to them and me about where I was going. He was an irresponsible alcoholic.